Little Star



Chapter1: Sanctuary

By: Akira006

Disclaimer: I do not own the G Guys!



Akira006: I lub Trowa!!!

Trowa: ///_^

Akira: You so cute :pinches cheek and kisses forehead:

Trowa: ///_O :blushes:

Akira: :giggles: Course I love the other boiiz too!

Quatre: :blushes more than Trowa: u-u-uh...

Heero: Hn.

Wufei: Baka onna!

Duo: ^_^ I'm LOVED!

Akira: :passes around glomps:

Trowa, Wufei, Heero, Quatre, Duo: :are glomped:

Akira: This is going to be MAJOR angst and drama and depression! :nodnod:

Trowa: ///_- . . . great . . . just like my life . . .

Quatre: . . . t-t-that's SAD!

Heero: Hn . . .

Duo: Not for me cuz I'm HAPPY!

Wufei: :smirks: Doesn't matter . . . I'll have nothing to do with this fic!

Akira: You are so like Syaoran!

Everyone: ?_? Sy-who?

Akira: Erm . . . long story and no you do not have time!

Everyone: right . . .

Akira: Oh, btw guys, you won't have your girls in this story. I hate them all so I choose not to have them appear, especially Relena :sticks out tongue at her: But they may appear in the story but you guys won't be in love with them and stuff like that. This is mainly about TROWA! whOOp! whOOp! And LOVE! :more whOOps: And THINGS THAT GO WRONG! And HEARTBREAKING!

Everyone: :deathly silent:

Akira: um . . . But everything will turn out ALRIGHT . . . ??

Everyone: whOOp! whOOp!

Akira: Alright in celebration of my 1st ever Trowa fic . . . we must party before and after every chapter!!!! and TONS at the END!!! :throws confetti and silly string and passes around WATER guns and WATER balloons and starts a WATER fight and get all WET:

People who work for Akira: :come in and set up tons of PARTY stuff:

Everyone: :PARTIES:

Akira: Now, let's get STARTED!

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I ran through the rain with tears streaming down my face and my chest heaving from running so long, but I still ran on and on. I ran through the streets full of rain and along the barren sidewalks. My heart and soul were breaking with each step I took, shattering like the broken mirror in my home. No, that was no longer home. I would never ever call that place home or that woman and man my mother and father. These things no longer existed to me. I was full of anger and hate, burning with the fire of a thousand suns deep within my being. Why?!

My feet led me where I wanted to go without my mind having to move them or direct them. I nearly collapsed at the door but managed to stay on my feet long enough to knock on the apartment door and see his face when he opened it. His emerald eyes filled with concern when he saw me in my state on their doorstep. I collapsed against his warm chest, letting him pull me into the cozy apartment and close the door behind us.

"Catherine!" He yelled out into the apartment still holding me up against him.

Catherine came running at the tone in his voice. She had him bring me into her room and lay me down on his bed. I was so tired.



I awoke feeling far more refreshed though my muscles ached from my earlier exertions. My eyes stared up at a white ceiling with a fan making slow rotations. I sat up, the bed squeaking underneath me.

"So you're awake." Came a soft voice from across the room. I slightly jumped and looked in the doorway to see that young man from before looking at me intently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He continued as he walked into the room and sat in a stained wooden chair beside the bed. "Catherine stepped out for a while."

I stared at him with a blank expression. How could I trust this stranger? How could I trust anyone but myself? I studied him during the silence between us. His long brown bangs fell over half his face, hiding it. On the other half an emerald eye stared back at me. He was tall and very slender and seemed to have a sort of gloom loom about his presence. Perhaps he had seen troubled times . . . like me.

"Are you hungry?" His smooth voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes." It was the first time I had talked to him, and my voice seemed so small compared to his in this room.

"Do you feel well enough to get out of bed?"

"Yes, I think so." I pulled back the sheets and put my feet on the carpet, standing on my legs a little shakily. I took a deep breath and looked up at his face which now loomed about a head or so above my own.

"Follow me." He commanded as he led me down a hallway and into a kitchen. He pressed some buttons on the microwave and waited patiently while the seconds passed.

I stared at his back, watching his every move with caution. I would have to be on my guard incase he tried to do something to me. This thought brought up old memories, and I looked down at the bruises on my arm and knew where the others lay on my body.

He placed a plate of food in front of me and sat across from me at the table. I looked up at him. He seemed nice and gentle and like he wouldn't hurt someone. He seemed like someone I could trust, but it was probably just a cover up so he could get into my feelings and hurt me more.

"What is your name?" I asked after quite a few moments of silence.

He looked up at me, and I watched a hint of sadness enter his eyes. "I have no name, but if you must call me something, it's Trowa, Trowa Barton." No name? Then perhaps I was right about thinking he had seen troubled times. "What is your name, little one?" He asked me.

I frowned at the nickname he had given me. "My name is Willow Starwing, and I don't appreciate being called 'little.'"

Trowa smiled, "Very well, little star." I glared at him, but he still grinned at me.

Catherine suddenly walked into the room and smiled at me. "Are you feeling better, Willow? I was worried about you last night! What in the world happened to you?!"

"It's a long story, Cate." I glanced at Trowa who was obviously listening in on our conversation. "Just some things. Can I stay here for a while?" Of course, when I said 'a while', I meant forever. I had to get away and so I ran. I can't ever go back to that place or they'll kill me. I don't want to go back to them either. It was only pain and suffering, and I don't want that anymore. I can't take it anymore.

Catherine seemed a little uncertain, but she agreed. So I lived with them, Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom. They were always kind to me as though I was family and never once questioned my motives for running to them. Every once and a while I would go watch them perform at the circus. I felt like a kid again every time I watched the circus. Though I had seen it what seemed like a thousand times, my breath still caught in my throat whenever Catherine would throw the daggers at the still, fearless Trowa. I clapped my hardest after their act and would scream and shout. I was never required to work when I stayed with them, and they never asked me to. When I finally did, it was my own decision.

I was sitting in one of the tents after a performance, waiting for Catherine and Trowa. I saw a girl working on her act, and I was entranced. "I would love to do that," I said to myself, still in my trance.

"Would ya now?" I turned around to see the owner and ringleader of the circus, Barry Broussard. He grinned and continued, "Have you ever tried?"

"No sir." I replied, not feeling very comfortable in his presence.

"Hmm . . . How can ya do it if you've never tried?" Barry inquired. I knew it was a rhetorical question and so I didn't answer but only stared at him. His goofy grin was still plastered on his face when he commanded, "Try."

Then somehow, I had gotten up there and tried. I was scared out of my wits, but Barry would yell at me with commands and advice, helping me along through it. When I finally did come back down, Trowa and Catherine were standing behind Barry. "You're a natural, kid." Barry commented with a chuckle. "How'd you like to work at the circus?"

I was more than a little surprised. In my opinion, I completely sucked beyond any hope. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world trying to do what that girl had done. "Are you sure?" I asked to make sure he wasn't just fooling me.

"Of course! How bout it?"

"Uh . . . sure!" I replied, feeling a huge smile appear on my lips. Catherine cheered and ran around to hug me. Trowa was smiling at me and winked when I looked his way.

So now I had a job at the circus. Every night I would work my hardest with Barry to perfect my act and to learn all I could. Trowa would even come up there and help me while Catherine watched and cheered me on from the ground. In no time, as Barry put it, I had my own act all by myself.

I was so very, very scared the first night I had the act. Catherine had helped me dress since I was so nervous, and I was positive I couldn't do anything by myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume was gold and silver and full of sparkling sequins. My makeup was extremely dark and glamorous. My lips were the darkest berry red I had ever seen. The only real thing I liked was that the outfit was very slimming on me.

"You'll do fine," Catherine repeated for what seemed the one millionth time.

"But I can't land that triple!" I objected.

"Yes you can!" Came Trowa's positive voice. "If you keep saying you can't, you won't." He walked over to me and grasped my arms, looking me in the eye. "You'll do it, little star."

I now smiled at the old nickname Trowa had given me what seemed like ages ago. "Alright," I finally agreed. It was only later, after I had performed and gotten that triple, did I realize that Trowa was really quite handsome. It was like I had known all along, but only now allowed the information to be registered.

In honor of me, Catherine and some other members of the circus took me out to party for my first gig at the circus. That was a very important night. Things happened for me. Things I'll never forget.



A/N: Heh. Felt like it was getting too long so I stopped here. It seemed like a good enough place to stop anyways.

Trowa: ///_^ I'm handsome!

Akira: lol! Yes, that you are Trowa dear. Now you people better R+R or ELSE I'll send my Funky Chunky Flying Monkeys after you!!!!!!!